He's got blood shot eyes Skin like wax He's malding them like clay Twisting their souls Aimed and giting deep Voracious Fragile minds He rips them apart
He faints their conscience We are more than just conditiened apes He breakes the proud one's will Now we've got the chance to break our chains He stools their purpose We are more so face the fucking truth You're just machines
He's in service Of something strange Something untomed That won't be denied Reaping health He stirs the crowd Making them believe His prophecy
That's folic you've machines Nothing but fucking machines You can't be anything, but what you are And that's a goddamned machines You are a goddamned machines
You are machines You've done if you don't get into it
